No sign of the moon yet, we have 15 knots of wind and 12.4 knots of boatspeed sailing at an angle of about 140. The sea has flattened out.
Upfront Alex Thomson seems to be pulling clear, I would love him to win - it's tough going leading against the top French pros who are connsumated with the Race. We joked a lot beore the start in jest, especially when I encounterd Alex with his hairstylish before going sailing - seeking that perfect wave on his hair - for the fashion snaps...
Back here, we're happily moving along on a more leisurely fashion. Besides being an older boat, we should be more competitive. I think my detour around the Canaries did not help - together with sail problems. Also being away from the fleet, one possible explaination is that I have been sailing at slightly wider angles. And now, sort of back in the hunt, I seem to be staying with the fast pace that is relentless, 24-7 or for others 25.8. Lets see.
When the wind inevitably gets lighter, as we make for the doldrums, I will hopefully get my largest sail the A3 unravelled - which I should be flying now - to work. And while I keep reminding myself that to finish is to win and keep our schools programme moving forward with the Atlantic Youth Trust, it's hard to suppress that competitive urge..
The next big decision is to whether to take a course straight through the Cape Verde Islands or gype and go more west where the wind angles and breeeze could be a bit better - though since I will hit the island durning the day, the scenic route may be more interesting.
In fact you don't see much at sea (though a 4 x 4metre object was spotted floating below the surface which I will watch for in so far as it is possible). Now away from everything in warmer waters, heating as we move south, once again the sheer vastness of the ocean comes home. Other than on screen, I do not see other craft.
Today was my first real easy day, just sailing on one tack. No gybes, reefs or sail changes. Time to contemplate, read ( Nicola, ta, the Kindle is brilliant - where has it been all my life?) and my musical instruments await where no one can hear me practice, let alone ever play and Up the Unthinkable Badhran Player.